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Tony waited outside of Wanda's apartment door, bag tucked under one arm, Ahab's cupholder in the other. He rang the buzzer, stared at his feet for a second, and then gave up and stood with his face an inch away from the peephole.

They'd barely talked recently, not after their little showdown on the beach on the fourth. But it couldn't last forever, couldn't be allowed to, really, and Tony knew that it was on him to try to make amends, as much as he could. Smooth things over.

He only hoped she'd give him the one more chance he knew he didn't deserve.

"Your neighbors are starting to think I'm creepy, please let me in."

Date: 2018-08-20 05:50 am (UTC)
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"If my brother goes blabbing things I tell him in secret, I'll be slapping him first," Wanda says. Given that they're siblings, she has no problem using the necessary amount of force. Not that she's actually too worried. Her brother is an energetic loudmouth, but he and Wanda have had things they play close to the chest before. It comes with the territory of rough streets and difficult lives.

It's odd how easy it is for her brain to compartmentalize away the potential of her own death. Focusing on what Tony is saying, thinking about what she needs to do or say, they keep her calm. Maybe it's because she's faced death before, looked Ultron in his eye circuits and said that when she felt Pietro die, she had too.

"Thank you," she says. Wanda's not sure what it is she's thanking him for. Apologizing? Trusting her? They feel a little fragile to say out loud. "For coming over."

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